Sounds came out of her mouth but no syllables and all the while more and more sand seemed to cover her lips. The silhouette squatted down next to h...r. ‘Still awake?’ A voice said. ‘I thought I gave you plenty of time to surrender to the drugs.’ A hand on her face, someone was softly caressing her cheek and upper arm. ‘It’s okay.’ They said. ‘Oh, I see, you didn’t remove the dart. Smart girl. I’ll remove it for you and make sure you...’ Paige didn’t even hear what they said after that,. A special trust is required before you can open up and share you fantasies with someone. And then there is the risk of tying yourself up, and not being able to get free. But she had no really close friends, no one she could trust, so she had invented a "safety person". A close friend who had a key to her house and could save her if her something went wrong with her bondage, her self-bondage. If she was unable to escape after her orgasmic fantasy, her unknowing friend would be over sometime. I was on the couch. Wendy sat across from me in an armchair. We were halfway through a bottle of wine.For two months, we had been meeting up to fuck. When I met her, she was a bored soccer mom who wasn't satisfied with her married life. There had been an instant attraction between us. We'd been sneaking around ever since. Most of our time was spent in the sack. We had skipped over the "getting-to-know-each-other" phase."The stories aren't that exciting," she said. She took a sip of her wine.. “Thank you Bridget,” he smiled, “I was just wondering what to do about Christmas, and I had decided to try to find a hotel. But you’re closed over Christmas normally aren’t you?”“Yes, we are in fact closed,” she rejoined, “but these are our Christmas and New Year regulars. Anyway you know we keep an open door for our friends – like yourself.”He remembered times he had been up there in Winter, when it was just him and his hosts. So that was agreed. He asked to arrive a week before Christmas to.